SWEET SWEET SUGAR // 18+

Chapter Eleven

KELSEY

Oh, my life just can't stop having more and more plot twists, eh? Like, at this point, it's shaping up like a prime time soap opera where people are plain insane and every plot twist gets increasingly outlandish.

Well, yes. Yes, indeed.

This has to be some kind of a dream I'm having after smoking too much cheap weed. Because, why the fuck else am I hallucinating about the divorced 50-year-old dude I'd hooked up with three days ago-- one who made me hit about a gazillion orgasms within two hours with his war cannon-sized dick and his psycho-perfect skills at sex-- at my stepdad's company building?

Something instinctive rush up my veins, causing me to flip 180 degrees around as soon as I see him standing at the elevator's opening. Facing the mirrored wall of the elevator, I press myself against it and cover my face with my two hands, cooping myself into the corner because I would rather die than have him notice me.

Wait, what if I saw it wrong? I must be out of my mind or something.

So, through a small gap between my fingers, I take a glance at the reflective wall on my left to see his face's reflection on it.

It is totally the same man who had occupied my thoughts and dreams for the last three nights.

"Oh, fuck..." I exhale, but stop immediately, curling myself back into hiding when he turns his head towards my direction. My heart races uncontrollably underneath my ribcage, every urge in me to just bolt out. But I realise that I've missed the floor I was supposed to get out on, and am now going back up to the 12th floor, where the marketing department is located.

I also notice that Roy hasn't stepped into the elevator alone. There's another man beside him-- a slightly shorter guy with dirty blonde hair and a black suit.

"Have you eaten lunch yet, Mr. Killigan?" The blonde guy sounds slightly intimidated as he asks.

Roy shoves his phone into the pocket of his trousers as he responds "I have not, Mr...?"

"Sanchez! Uh... Neil Sanchez, talent manager in HR." the blonde guy stutters as he reminds him.

My throat bobs as Roy gives him an awkward smile "Right, Mr. Sanchez."

"Please, j-just call me Neil," Neil gulps "Sir."

Roy gives a low chuckle "I prefer addressing my co-workers with formality, Mr. Sanchez."

"Ah, apologies, then...!" Neil continues to stumble with his words, and I have to make sure my heart isn't too loud for this stuffy elevator.

Shit, I'm running late with the coffee, on my first day at that too. Why didn't I just simply run off right past him when I was on ground floor? And, even if he did recognise me, I doubt he would've stopped me. He probably would've pretended to not know me. I mean, our encounter wasn't a simple blind date at a coffee shop.

It was at the VIP room of a private bar, followed by three hours filled with unrelented, unprotected and unadulterated sex.

Fuck... why the heck am I clenching my thighs as the memories from three nights ago are suddenly flooding my head again?

Shaking my head, I also think about what my new colleagues would think of me if they found out about my sugar daddy hunt and my hedonistic past! (why the fuck am I acting like my so-called 'hedonistic past' wasn't literally three days ago?)

By the way, judging from how this Neil guy's acting around Roy, does this mean that Roy Killigan works here...? Perhaps on a high position with how he's getting this Neil guy all riled up?